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Ehail blinks, when she finds the bar instead of her room.
She goes in.
She looks out the window, at the exploding things.
"I don't think this is my planet," she observes to herself, tucking silver hair behind her ear.
The woman blinks at him tiredly.
The baby, on the other hand, understands too, and scrambles out of his mother's arms and flaps up to a ceiling decoration, to which he clings, giggling.
The baby, on the other hand, understands too, and scrambles out of his mother's arms and flaps up to a ceiling decoration, to which he clings, giggling.
nonbird
"See?" says Lazarus. "I hope you get some sleep soon! Bye!"
And he's off to the next oldest baby.
And he's off to the next oldest baby.
The rest of them are more or less like this, though the ones with two parents present tend to have at least one lucid enough to make perfunctory thankful conversation.
nonbird
He waves goodbye to the youngest baby and returns to the iceberg ledge to see if Quaro or anyone who might be willing to give Quaro his crystal back is nearby.
nonbird
Hmm. Well, visually speaking he can only narrow it down as far as which ones are amethyst, but dragon magic comes with details, particularly in the sections for chosen forms. He looks around until he sees one whose assortment looks familiar.
Unfortunately Quaro does not seem to be paying much attention to the iceberg. And Lazarus isn't sure he wants to interrupt. He looks around for somewhere to leave the crystal where it will be out of the way enough not to get stepped on or kicked over the edge, but still visible to passersby.
Unfortunately Quaro does not seem to be paying much attention to the iceberg. And Lazarus isn't sure he wants to interrupt. He looks around for somewhere to leave the crystal where it will be out of the way enough not to get stepped on or kicked over the edge, but still visible to passersby.
There are various nooks and crannies in the ice near the entrance tunnel.
One of the babies, a spelter, divebombs Lazarus when he notices him. "Miracle-worker!" he exclaims, clinging by four feet worth of claws to Lazarus's shirt and bumping noses with him.
One of the babies, a spelter, divebombs Lazarus when he notices him. "Miracle-worker!" he exclaims, clinging by four feet worth of claws to Lazarus's shirt and bumping noses with him.
nonbird
"So I keep hearing!" he agrees. "Hello. You're very cute. I accidentally ran away with Quaro's mysterious speaking crystal, so I came back to return it."
He identifies a likely-looking cranny, but decides that he might as well stick around to converse with the adorable baby a little, so the crystal can stay in his pocket for now.
He identifies a likely-looking cranny, but decides that he might as well stick around to converse with the adorable baby a little, so the crystal can stay in his pocket for now.
The little dragon licks him on the cheek, probably affectionately given the context, and flutters up to chase a large lazily gliding amethyst. Said large lazily gliding amethyst listens, then turns into a ptarmigan and flies down and then turns into a dwarf again. "Belthee said you wanted to see me."
nonbird
"I came to give you your crystal back," he says, handing it over. "I didn't mean to interrupt your flying, but then Belthee offered to go get you and I found it very difficult to turn him down, on account of he's adorable."
nonbird
"You're welcome," he says. "I'm going to go see how everyone else is managing now. Goodbye."
And he's off.
And he's off.
Meanwhile in Esmaar, Jensal gets off her own council crystal. "I've convinced her - that or the conversation I heard going on in the background did. I suppose all four of these are ringing to wake the dead on the council's end."
"Convinced my Dragon Council contact that there is a cure and they need to tell all the dragons and enough news outlets to notify all the adult shrens who don't live in the house and have fallen out of contact."
"Yes. Of course, some shrens make themselves rather thoroughly scarce. If there are stragglers on record in a month I'll start coordinating miracle green-groups who've encountered the missing before, I suppose."
prima-sequentem
"My friend who sees magic could potentially help with that," she says. "So could wishcoins, for that matter. A model of the planet that shows little flags wherever there's a shren would only take a five."